Piper replies that his actual year of birth won’t be a problem. She pulls out some tinted Wite-Out and a fountain pen, and alters his birth certificate so the year reads “1974.” She does a little quick math in her head and says, “Wait a minute, that makes you twenty-seven. That’s younger than me.” She contemplates altering the document further as the Dolt gives her the stink-eye. Hon, you should drop your vanity and worry more about the fact that the Dolt looks like he hasn’t seen the business end of twenty-seven in a decade. The Dolt notes that what she is doing is “illegal.” She counters by holding up his death certificate and reminding him that “marrying a dead guy” isn’t exactly kosher, either. Prue walks in behind them and heads straight for the coffee machine. Piper asks her if she was up all night “working.” Prue fills them in on her search for Phoebe the previous evening, then bitches a bit about Cole not bothering to “take three seconds” to squiggle into the manor to let them all know he’s okay. The Dolt notes Cole might be afraid to do so, as “he might get caught.” “Maybe he already has,” Piper snits. Prue looks worried.